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andalusian

Hesperides
the beauty light that shines
from muse eyes

faint gleam the garden dreamer
awaiting Erebus
waiting in that dusk
of eternity

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a dream. "Andalusian" I just love the sound of that word! I didn't know that the Hesperides and Erebus were intwined in that country settled by the Spanish. Hmmmmm... ~ Gee

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

back in the day
I had dictionaries and books
of travel
National Geographics
and Encyclopedias
to fathom ideas from

Now we have the simplicit y of
search engines..And yet it is just
a tool as were the books
The mind must still open the book
open the window and assess
and access the information and form
it in works
in poems

I had heard this land from years ago
and never looked to its meaning beyond
the mere flicker of recognition
But upon reading up on its
origins and finding out many links from
this I was impressed........

That there were muses and nymphs and
ancient greek poets

Hesperides i knew a little of but the origin of
Erebus I was in the dark until I read up on
this today The only Erebus I knew was the
ship on a voyage to the polar cap during
a time of brave discovery and tragic loss

Poetry is a medium of beauty and discovery
More then just beautiful words
More then meaning

Thank You Geezer!

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Andalusia, I guess it is the original Spain that sent its explorers to all corners of the Earth.
It was inhabited by the original Spanish invaded by the Romans then the Arabs, then so called taken back by the Spanish.
The people there are a wonderful mix, as is their cultures, languages, and buildings from all those people that passed through, it is a lovely part of the world and much sought after today for people that want such a place, I guess those Old Gods still walk the land and tend the gardens in their own way,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Your Knowledge of many things,
makes me work,
and what a beautiful job,
though the title was in my memory banks,
I still check to see
if it is not corrupted by age,
then to find that garden there
above the dreams of present days.
Spirited me to the pillars of Hercules
Then let me wander as a child,
in that garden of dreams,
Thank you it was beautiful,
Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I am grateful to talk easily at times with people of other countries
and read and watch films documentaries of different lands
that extend beyond a four hundred mile range or less
from my own views I think beyond the horizon and sea is what
i mean to say Many are happy with their small cumulative known
but not me..

Oracles of Delphi must have been something to see
the beauty of these young youthful virgins expounding high on
gases in their breathy whispers and gesticulations
like a club scene trip in slo mo on some good narcotics

Erebus is night and the stars the bright planets there were
of course muses drawn to heavens with the gods
the godesses shinning down and making one ponder
I too am drawn up to them at night lately
Venus Jupiter and the Moon nearing conjunctions lately
I try to be beyond just television

Many of us modern folk never get to the tales of our days
even who reads fairy tales anymore in a time of
commercial pablum
the true fairytales tells of cruelty and death disfigurement
and misfortune
a much more equalitive approach to discovering bullies
who know how to walk the line with the law
Who know how to finnesse egos and lay false tales
even my bible upbringing and parents taught me
about politeness and getting along rather then
causing strife

we all want to dream of gardens of wonder
a peaceful glorious place after a day or a morning
upon awakening knowing we are going to face the
raw reality of the world
perhaps that is what we knew of
know of for a past
and that reality is the true dream from all that

gardens of thought eh Mr Ian?

thank you sir for your insightful comments!

author comment

To you both Intellectuals of ancient poetry

I salute...
but can you expound or appropriate
a poem on
Narcisicism
on the mirrored banks
of a slowly flowing stream
as if twere static..
some called me narcissist then,
I thought it was a Cancer
and twas...

loved

A beauty without

I loved my walks on river banks new,
Where eddies and pools formed
There sparkling was a vision of you
The love of my life reflected so
Only turbulent water would let you go
Where could I find a creature so divine?
Apart from the mirror I had left behind..

La La Yours Sparrow

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

it is as I thought
for me it was a Man looking upon his own beauty in a pool
(Ancient times there were many pools fountains for this)
Not just for looking but that too...(cheap mirrors for the time)
My quick re read is that of a man who had great beauty and
disdained those that loved him there was a spell put upon
him to stay trapped with his own love and that was his demise
Various forms ends with suicide but death is the outcome
(There would be the cancer like reference although many
survive cancer and Narcissism too)

Latter writers incorporated many other types of variants on
this story and my fave in reading today was of twins Male
Female who fall in love...There are funny notations on couples
who it is noted pick partners who look like themselves
Echo Affect or Effect... after all the image in the pool or mirror
is an echo of light Of our facial expressions

so much can be a derivative of this story and expounded upon
and in the late eighteen hundreds when sexuality was examined
there is mention of the own self being the sex object of desire

I am most certian there are numerous movies books plays and
poetry on this subject alone and your desire to see something
created from this topic is a challenge too

In todays worlds where image is so important The media creating
ego giants and the facebook phenomenon for social immersion
it is always a grooming ground for excessive "isms"

however I am merely a poor poet writing my trade from my gift
and not a scholarly man Nor a psychiatrist nor psychologist

But i do feel my mind running thoughts on this Loved
and what can we learn of Narcissist? what documentary
interview would we perceive or questions could we ponder
with him? "Are you lonely for company narcissist?"
"Well I do have my handsome self!!" etc

most interesting question Loved

author comment

Andalusia, Andalucia- with the lisp of Queen Isabella
remaining in their language after her.
That province of Spain has its exotic charm
painted through its arts, enriched by the
Byzantines and learned men of Islam,
Gypsys from India too.

Théophile Gautier:" Andalousie - Derrière cette ligne
de montagnes violettes se cachait le paradis de nos rêves."

He is referring to the Alhambra, but could equally well
be referring to all Andalusia, it is so full of so much,
no word will cover; the poetry, the story telling,
many things owe part of their origin, if not all,
to the arts of this region, it is woven with thought.

Here's a little quote too, on poetry:
" The early Provencal epic poems,
which precede all Christian-medieval vernacular verse,
were quite clearly modelled on the Arabic Andalusian
short poem, the zajal." and " The 15 classical metre,
which certain Arab theoreticians have derived from
the gait of the camel and the horse...also the various
ways of combining words...compared with the arrangement
of fabric on a loom."
(Titus Burckhardt: Moorish Culture in Spain). So much so fascinating.

And here where the Romans dwelt too, the Greek gods and goddesses ...etc :)

"Poetry is a medium of beauty and discovery
More then just beautiful words
More then meaning"

Yes.
Probably because with poetry being not so clear,
it awakes our awareness in more regions
than the direct, banal, and sends the mind
to discover new vistas, new thoughts.

As does the poetry of our good friend here Steven the Wolf.
Thank you.
Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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